Tuesday, April 29, 2014

NBA GIves Middle Finger to Don Sterling

Welcome back MY Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. My Dear Readers today’s subject is not one I write about, like, at all. However, the past couple of weeks, and the action of the Commissioner of the NBA, have forced my hand. While the Conservative Majority of ACOTUS (Supreme Court of the United States) continues to rule as though racism no longer exists, ‘conservative’ Americans just keep proving racism does exist. I could spend hours and hours presenting proof of all the areas of American life racism is obvious; disproportionate number of African Americans incarcerated in America, ‘Voter ID Laws’ passed to decrease voter participation by minorities, seniors, disabled Americans, and Housing Discrimination. Like the in 2006 where Case Don Sterling chose to pay $3 million in order to avoid prosecution and continue his racist practices.[1]

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In sworn testimony, one of Sterling's top property supervisors Sumner Davenport claimed he made racist comments about black people living in one of the buildings he had just acquired:

"That's because of all the blacks in this building, they smell, they're not clean. ... And it's because of all of the Mexicans that just sit around and smoke and drink all day."[2]

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It was his most recent comments that caused outrage by Clippers players and forced the hand of the NBA Commissioner. It was this weekend that Don Sterling’s remarks to his girlfriend, about Magic Johnson, when she posted an Instagram about Magic Johnson. Here are the comments that came to the surface this weekend.

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It bothers me a lot that you want to broadcast that you are associating with black people. Do you have to?" Sterling allegedly said.

"You can sleep with (black people). You can bring them in. You can do whatever you want. The little I ask is not to promote it on that ... and not to bring them to my games.

"In your lousy ... Instagrams you don't have to have yourself walking with black people."[3]

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Now, let’s look at how the talking heads of Conservatives handled these comments. From Rush Limbaugh we have;

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“This guy is a big Democrat,” Limbaugh insisted. “The only reason he is in trouble right now is that he did not give enough money to Obama.”

Limbaugh went on to say Sterling is “a typical Hollywood Democrat” and a “pretend A-lister.”

“The guy gave money to Gray Davis, the guy gave money to Bill Bradley,” Limbaugh continued. “He’s been donating to Democrat causes … doing what you do in Beverly Hills and LA to be in the A-list crowd, this guy’s been doing it — other than the slum lord business, and that may even be some of what you have to do.”[4]

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However, according to California State registration roles, Don Sterling is actually registered as a Republican.

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Don Sterling’s comments do not come in a vacuum, no they come on the heals of the racist remarks by Cliven Bundy. Yes, Cliven Bundy, one time championed by Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh as “A Patriot” and “in the mold of our Founding Fathers”[5].

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My Dear Readers it is not often that I share my deeply held personal opinions, on this blog. Oh, yes I will share political editorial, and political and social commentary, it is rarely that I present my own personal opinions on our nation. Today, I make a sharp exception right here, right now. My Dear Readers, it is not just that racism is not dead in America, in the twenty-first century, the fact of the matter is?

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In certain circles, certain walks of life here in America, racism is not only alive and well… it is used as a social barometer for membership in certain social and political organizations. Racism is alive and well in America today. As a matter of fact, we can clearly see that for a certain cross section of our nation, racism is ‘just common sense’. It is accepted like rain in the spring, and snow in the winter. For a (hopefully) small minority of Americans they would turn back the clock and take our nation backwards to a time where racism is institutionalized.

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My Dear Readers we must all be guardians of dark and hate filled past. It is an unfortunate truth that an injustice forgotten, is an injustice soon to be repeated. That we must judge, harshly, those that would allow or condone the return of racism to our great nation. You can tell by listening to small conversations, and in small places. This is where evils, like racism, are covered is shadows and allowed to flourish and grow. We cannot allow racism to flourish, anywhere. We cannot allow racism to hide in dark corners of our towns, and cities, townships and bumps-in-the-road. It is in these small places that racism can take root, and spread from one generation to another generation.

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We, all of us My Dear Readers, must work to stamp out racism anywhere, and everywhere it may grow and flourish. We cannot allow American to fall backwards and relive a violent and immoral past. I grew up watching African Americans; have police dogs turned on them for non-violent protest, have fire hoses turned on them for marching for their rights. If we let our guard down just a little bit, we will allow this social disease an opportunity to root, then flourish.

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‘Unfriend’ them on Facebook, turn away your business from the companies, do not sit and break bread with this ilk. One thing I learned, as a young boy in the Deep South, racism loves making new converts. When racism lives inside a person, it is always seeking out new converts. Racism knows it must spread to survive. Do not let it spread to you.

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That brings me to the end of today’s editorial article. I had hoped to bring something more to you, My Dear Readers, today. It is just not going to happen. My pain is terrific, and my home is intolerably hot. My A/C is not working, properly, and the maint crew here… well, blows. Hope that tomorrow is cooler. Take care and see you all soon.

Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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Monday, April 28, 2014

The Mars Report - April 28th, 2014

               Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today is Monday April 28th 2014, and this is ‘The Mars Report’. Today I will share a duo of unique finds, from the NASA/JPL web site. Our first find is a series of five images from the Martian rover Curiosity’s ‘Right NavCam’ (Navigation Camera). Today at 4:50AM the right navcam captured a meteor falling in the distance. Now, a few eccentric bloggers are (of course) spinning this as so ‘ET’ moment. The evidence is that Curiosity’s diligence was repaid with the capture of a falling celestial body, a meteor. The next five images, below, are the images showing the falling meteor.

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[caption id="attachment_2811" align="aligncenter" width="192"]Meteor 1 Meteor 1[/caption]


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[caption id="attachment_2815" align="aligncenter" width="192"]Meteor 5 Meteor 5[/caption]

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Well, that was fun. Wasn’t it? I am not convinced that this is ‘an alien dropping to the Martian surface’, and it will take a lot more evidence to convince me of that dubious finding. Moving on, the next image I have for your consideration is a graphic. This graphic shows the purposed pathway to Martian landing by American explorers in the year 2030. The pathway below is are goals outlined in the bipartisan NASA Authorization Act of 2010 and in the U.S. National Space Policy. So, if I manage to live to 73, then I will have lived to see mankind land on the Soon, and Mars! Here’s to me living to 2030!

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[caption id="attachment_2809" align="aligncenter" width="630"]The projected pathway to Man on Mars by 2030 The projected pathway to Man on Mars by 2030[/caption]

(The projected pathway to Man on Mars by 2030)


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Now, My Dear Readers, we come to our final image for today’s edition of ‘The Mars Report’. My Dear Readers, my health is worsening, and it is this fact which determines how much and how often I write and publish. I am no fool, I can clearly see that my traffic is lower than it has been for months. This adds to my depression, but there is little I can do to change this fact. Oh, I can push myself to publish more and more, longer and longer, and end up in a world of pain and suffering. I am pretty sure that nobody wants that outcome.

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The image, below, is the very first image from Curiosity since its arrival at the 'Windjana'target location. This is a sandstone rock, and the very first of this type Curiosity has encountered since landing. Now, My Dear Readers, I go to the NASA/JPL ‘Mars Science Laboratory’ web site, daily, looking for new and interesting or entertaining images. Today the site was bereft of such, and I have worked to provide you with some content to digest .

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Just as soon as Curiosity completes the scientific experiments, I will be sharing (with you My Dear Readers) the science and the images created. I will keep checking back, during the week, and if there is anything new I will post an updated edition of ‘The Mars Report’. Until then, I hope you enjoy the following image of Curiosity’s arrival at 'Windjana'!

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[caption id="attachment_2806" align="aligncenter" width="630"]Curiosity Mars Rover Beside Sandstone Target 'Windjana' Curiosity Mars Rover Beside Sandstone Target 'Windjana'[/caption]

(Curiosity Mars Rover Beside Sandstone Target 'Windjana')


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Well, I have managed to scrounge up some more images for you to enjoy. Each and every day Curiosity transmits, what are called, RAW Images. From these images NASA/JPL refines the ones they deem worthy of media use, or scientific use. Otherwise, they are stored on the web site. Today I have put together some of these RAW images for you to enjoy.

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Unlike other images I share, there are really no descriptions or science to share, regarding the images. Therefore, I will give you an explanation of where the images were taken, and by which camera. Beyond that, if there is anything I can find to share, I will! Our first RAW image shows a bit of the rover Curiosity and the Martian horizon in the background. Honestly, I look at all of these RAW images, each week, and I really enjoy all the views of the horizon and the Martian surface. I imagine I am on Mars, and looking at the surface and the horizon. It takes me away, for a few moments, from the world of pain and doubt I live in. Here is the first of the three RAW images I have to share.

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[caption id="attachment_2808" align="aligncenter" width="630"]HandCam Second Image April 24th HandCam Second Image April 24th[/caption]

(HandCam Second Image April 24th)


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The next RAW image I have to share is of one of the smaller wheels to Curiosity and the bottom of the MASTCAM. There is none of the horizon, in this image, but you can see a good bit of the rover.

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[caption id="attachment_2807" align="aligncenter" width="630"]Hand Cam Image April 24th 2014 Hand Cam Image April 24th 2014[/caption]

(Hand Cam Image April 24th 2014)


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Our final image of the day is another of the Martian horizon as seen by Curiosity. I really like this image. Matter of fact I took this image and adjusted the tilt, cleaned it up a bit and now it serves as my desktop for my computer. I really like Mars, if you couldn’t tell by now. This image was taken on April 24th, 2014 near the ‘Windjana’ sandstone rock, shown above. I could just sit and stare at this image, and several others like it, for hours on end. Hoenstly, it takes me away… to another place… peaceful and quiet… calm.

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[caption id="attachment_2810" align="aligncenter" width="630"]Martian Horizon Curiosity 4-24-14 Martian Horizon Curiosity 4-24-14[/caption]

(Martian Horizon Curiosity 4-24-14)


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And, with that, My Dear Readers, we come to the end of yet another edition of ‘The Mars Report’ here at ‘The Other Shoe’. I do hope that you have enjoyed the images I have shared. I do so look forward to your visits... your ‘Likes’ and ‘Shares’. Like I said, earlier, if there is anymore news or science discovered over the week, I will publish another edition of ‘The Mars Report’. Again, thanks for dropping by and have a great week!

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Thank YOU!

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Adieu!

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Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Week in Review - April 27th, 2014

 Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Things have been off schedule, here at The Other Shoe. The primary blog location, at blog dot com, was gone for three days. Since earlier today I have been working double-time to get everything posted and up to date. MY Dear Readers this is the reason that, later this year, I will be running a funding campaign to move this blog to my own web site.

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This was a nicely productive week. Including this article I have published eight articles, including the single longest and most exciting episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’. Weighing in at fourteen pages, last week’s episode was an incredible achievement for a person in my condition. Now for a little preview for the upcoming week here at The Other Shoe.

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I will be preparing for my quarterly primary doctor’s visit, this week. I am hoping that I can squeeze in; A C.T. Scan, a surgical consult, and a diagnostic visit with my Infectious disease specialist. I know that is a very ambitious schedule, but I simply must go in to next week’s quarterly visit with some news!  

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Now, without further adieu I give you ‘A Week in Review’!

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  • Sunday Funnies – April 20th 2014 : “Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. If it is Sunday, then it is time for ‘Sunday Funnies’! I am very happy to announce that I do have an all new edition for your viewing pleasure. This week has taken a huge toll on my health. Actually it is the frantic pace of the past seven weeks. Each and every week I have managed to publish between seven and nine articles, without fail.” This week was no exception to that insane schedule. Now, I understand that if I back off this publication schedule, I will loose readers. My health is becoming more important than a number in a box on my web site. My pain had reached levels I have never known before, in my entire life. I have little, if any, time to spend; playing games, visiting with friends or family, RESTING, or any other normal aspect of life. Therefore, I have a feeling that the next two weeks… I will be publishing less frequently. My health and my happiness must come first.

  • The Mars Report – A Decade of Opportunity on Mars : “Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today I am pleased to present a short review of a decade of images from the Mars rover, Opportunity. Launched in July of 2003 and landing on the surface of Mars January 2004, both the Opportunity and Spirit rovers have produced images and science, consistently, for the past ten years. NASA/JPL have proved, beyond any doubt, that they can design, build, launch and guide scientific platforms like no other country on earth.” This week I made the Herculean effort to write tributes to the longest serving Martian rover ever! Spirit has gone to a better place, and served several years. On the other hand, Opportunity finished out ten years of service and is set to continue work this Martian spring. This is the tribute to that intrepid rover, Opportunity. I do not know if any of you reading have been here long enough, but I used to write about this rover, long before ‘The Mars Report’ and before Curiosity landed on the Martian soil. I believe in America’s efforts at space exploration. It is my belief that Earth is mankind’s cradle… play pen and that one day, soon, we will leave this earth behind to forge the destiny of our species among the stars.

  • The Mars Report – A Decade of Spirit on Mars : “Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today I am pleased to present a short review of a decade of images from the Mars rover, Spirit. Launched in July of 2003 and landing on the surface of Mars January 2004, both the Opportunity and Spirit rovers have produced images and science, consistently, for the past ten years. NASA/JPL have proved, beyond any doubt, that they can design, build, launch and guide scientific platforms like no other country on earth.” The rover, Spirit, gave six years of service to NASA/JPL, America and the human species. Spirit added to; science, Martian image library, and to this (and many other) blog(s), not to mention pushing the science of extraplantery exploration ahead decades. We learned from its life on Mars, we learned from its death on Mars. The rover, Spirit, is no longer working on Mars. It sits, in the last place we gave it commands, waiting for its human creators to join it on the surface of Mars. I really do hope that we don’t make Spirit wait too long.

  • The Horror in Smithville – Part Seven : “The remaining zombie-wolves were now running for the forest. One mistakenly headed to the forest too close to ‘The Tall Man’. The Tall Man then kicked the zombie-wolf. The wolf went up in the air higher than it stood, had to be nearly fifty feet in the air and traveled the distance of two or more football fields! Tommy had never seen anything like that, a wolf being kicked half a mile in distance and nearly fifty feet into the air.” This episode… out of ALL of the previous six… THIS episode had it all! I am very proud of the work I did, on this episode. There is no way I am going to tell you any more… READ, or be left behind.

  • Lost in Space – April 25th, 2014 : “Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today I would like to welcome you to another fine edition of the space faring series ‘Lost in Space’! I have some pretty spectacular images, again, from the space telescope Hubble. As well, with each image I will do my best to share information about location, and what it is that we are looking at. However, before we get started today I would like to as just how many of you, My Dear Readers, have taken the plunge?” Two editions of ‘The Mars Report’ and an edition of ‘Lost in Space’ all in one week!? Me thinks that you, My Dear Readers, are a bit spoiled. ;) This edition of ‘Lost in Space’ has ten links to further reading, six images and one video. You see, this is the frantic pace of which I speak and the one I can no longer continue… unassisted. Since I am unlikely to find myself in the company of someone willing to help me with the blog, I cannot imagine I will be able to continue at this pace much longer. Oh, this edition… right. Nebula and start clusters abound. I pick these images very carefully, and I share links to a lot of further information. I pride myself on not only entertaining, but educating, too. Enjoy!

  • Notes from Behind the Keyboard – April 26th, 2014 : “Welcome My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe & ‘Notes from Behind the Keyboard’. This article series is started to replace the monthly/weekly ‘Personal/Medical Updates’ I have, previously, penned here at The Other Shoe. For the longest time I have really wanted to replace the title of these works, today I stumbled upon the title.” Doctors suck, my health declines, my pain is worse and my depression deepens. There I just saved you reading a whole article. NOT! Well, it would be good if you read, and maybe watched the included video. I did take the time to; write, edit, publish, shoot the video, upload the video and embed the video into the article. I am sorry, My Dear Readers, I am getting tired… my pain is worsening… and I get… depressed.

  • The Republican Party of the 21st Century : “So long as the extremists, the ideologues of the Tea Party that have thrown a monkey wrench into the inner workings of Washington, and labeled intransigence a “political victory” have the Republican Party by the short hairs our nation is at risk. For any democracy that simply cannot get the work of governance done, is a democracy headed for extinction. I have long said that “intransigence must be replaced with compromise” and that as long as “Republicans allow Freshmen Congressmen and Senators control the debate, is like letting the teenager in the house4 control the budget!”” That last bit, the part I quoted of myself? THAT appeared on a broadcast of ‘Face the Nation’ where Mr. Bob Sheiffer used MY WORDS to question Senator Mitch McConnell… and the WORLD heard my voice. If you have never had that happen, heard your own words spoke on a television show… I strongly suggest you try it. It is the single most incredible experience of my life. I have been fortunate enough to have experienced that sensation… twice, both thanks to Mr. Bob Sheiffer. Contrary to the aspersions of my dear brother, my words lead the debate… not echo. I mean no harm to the Republican Party. Actually, quite the contrary is true. The terrible division within the ‘Grand old Party’ is damaging our country. The intransigence in the House, ripples out from D.C and infects every organ and cell of our great nation. The sooner the Republican Party is healed, the sooner our country will find good health. Period.


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With that, and the publication of this article, I finish out the week with eight articles. My Dear Readers, I want you to take a look at any and all of the above reviewed articles you care. However, if you were to limit yourself to one, I would suggest ‘The Horror in Smithville – Part Seven’. I feel great pride in that work. I feel prideful in what is to come next. The story of Timmy and Archer is slated to continue well into the summer.

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There is a good chance that the story will be with us, come Halloween. I have so much more for them to experience, and so many more places for these two young lads to further their adventure, and their growth. I hope that you join me, and the other My Dear Readers that have found ‘The Horror in Smithville’ very entertaining, and rewarding.

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My Dear Readers, I cannot put into words the joy I feel when I see your ‘Likes’ and ‘Shares’. There isn’t a lot that makes me smile, anymore… your kind support… does. The next two weeks will be full of exams, doctor visits, and tests. I do hope to keep writing and publishing, at the same pace. However, I have to be honest and tell you that I am not sure I can keep this mad pace… up.

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Thank you for coming here, thank you for reading, thank you for your kind words, thank you for sharing. I hope that I being happiness to you, and those you share my work. I hope that I can continue this work for many years to come.

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Until we meet again, Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Republican Party of 2014, is there HOPE?

Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Late in the day, on Wednesday of this week, I wrote an answer to a post of a very good friend on Facebook. Looking back, on this post, I realized that… either due to pain, or overwhelming need of sleep, I had managed to write a synopsis of a problem that has plagued our great Republic for more than a decade. Many times, over the past decade, I have tired and worked tirelessly to put to voice the root of this plague.

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Either by chance or due to mental awareness unimpeded by restraint, I finally managed to put to voice something I had struggled with before. Below… I am sharing that posting. I do this… because not all of you, My Dear Readers, have me as a friend on Facebook and you might otherwise never see this synopsis of the plague of our great Republic.

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Read and be informed. Read at your own risk;

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The great divide, within the Republican party, will be huge fodder for; authors, historians, and writers of all stripes for generations. Let me explain their dynamic, in small words. Billionaires, with political axes to grind, took over the Republican party at the turn of the century. Talking heads, hired and supported by some of said billionaires, flooded airwaves with divisive hyperbolic rhetoric (focus group tested and created). The 'Radical Right' started running over moderates alienating any but the 'converted'. With tens of millions of dollars invested in; redistricting scams, voter suppression and the creation of the 'Tea Party'. (Yes, there is now proof the tea party was not created by grassroots movements as previously claimed), the Radical Right forced an extremist agenda on a once reasonable and 'Grand' party. With the help of the internet, Americans (mostly absent from politics for their entire lives) were drafted and given a 'voice'. They went to web sites and printed out their 'talking points', flooding town meetings in ever state. Within a decade the Republican party was split in twain, when Steele was replaced with Rance Prebius the extreme became the center and American politics saw a huge shift right... In the process the center was lost. Considered debate lost to one-side hyperbolic rhetoric. Compromise became a four lettered word, lines were drawn... in blood. Most non-partisan political watchers... bloggers... writers agree. America is more divided than any time since the Civil Rights movement... or the Civil War. America has lost its ability to reach a consensus. Lost the Unity that was so instrumental to our greatness. The 'War on Poverty' and compassion were replaced with overt greed, avarice, and a 'War ON the Poor'. Since the 20008 recovery 98% of all wealth generated has gone to the top 1-5%. The Middle Class has been more than decimated (to decimate is to reduce by 1/10, and often misused in media). I am one of few Americans with the courage to speak up about the horrible harm... done to our great Republic. WE are ALL guilty.... We LET this happen to the greatest Democracy in human history, handed down to US by the 'Greatest Generation'. One day... Americans WILL weep at what was lost and what we left them. 2014 Will look and sound like all the past elections. And I will cry.

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Two points, in this posting, are salient points. First, we cannot, sitting in time where we do today, know how authors and historians will judge today’s political environment.However, if you can take a step away from ourselves, our own political beliefs and agendas, we might catch a glimpse of what will be written… in time. We must learn from the political mistakes of the past (at least) several years.

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For the very first time in the history of our nation our Congress is gripped with intransigence. I have looked at the records, I have scoured the numbers. The last three sessions of Congress our House of Representatives has been ‘the least productive in history’! There have been years, during the Civil War and during World War Two, there were single years where, either due to the lack of members or sue to too many Representatives serving their country, a single year saw fewer bills passed into law.

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However, NEVER BEFORE in the history of this great Republic has a Congress, specifically the House of Representatives been so gripped by political ideology that intransigence was so pervasive. Resulting in several sessions in a row being ‘the Least Productive in History’ through no fault of war, or civil unrest. This cannot stand, least America’s democracy fails. Congressmen, elected to serve in the House of Representatives are elected as LAWMAKERS.

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When these duly elected Representatives fail to be lawmakers and, through the pursuit of political purity, choose instead to be seen as “law repealers” (Spoken by Speaker of the House John Boehner – Face the Nation 2014) we, all Americans, are forced into a crossroads. Shall we allow elected Congressional Representatives to violate the Constitution and their ‘Oath Of Office’ and merely draw a check, and do no work?

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How, then, will history judge us? Not only will history, time, judge these intransigent and lawless Congressional representatives harshly, will they not truthfully judge us, too, as complacent with their lawlessness? This does not bode well for the continuation of our Constitutional Democracy. If duly elected Congressional Representatives are allowed intransigence by voters, how can our democracy function? Will this not set a precedent, where when ever a group of lawmakers collectively decide to hold the lower House in the grip of political ideology resulting in a democracy plagued by intransigence, will it not fail?

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We, as a nation, cannot go without the rule of law. Nor can we go for any prescribed period of time without the writing of law, and rewriting of law whose time has passed? Aye, there’s the rub! For even if you are of the mistaken ideal that ‘there are too many laws’ how, then, can you reconcile your inaction with the tides of change the tirelessly flow through our society? Laws expire as the need for them wanes. How, then, can we undo, rewrite or prescribe new, when laws come to a point where their existence does more harm to a society, than good… If there not sufficient lawmakers willing to work to; rewrite, undo, repeal or prescribe new?

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You see, My Dear Readers, there is where there sophomoric ‘reasoning’ fails horribly, and our great Republic right behind. This is why I bring to bear great arms against this wooly logic proffered by the political ideologists. They may grouse at my methods, they may taunt and insult me (personally) for my “attacks” but it is THEY that are the root of the plague. Why not should I attack, like an antibiotic or an antiviral, the very disease that plagues our great Republic?

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I leave you with this, I fight against intransigence because I have the foresight to see that it is an attack on our very democracy! I will not stand idly by and allow my nation’s democracy, and the Republic, be attacked without defending with all my will and powers. To all those that would attack America with intransigence and political purity? I give you fair warning; I will take no prisoners I will show no mercy… no quarter! Be yea fair warned.

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Addendum: Since I first penned this article, I have been catching up on my reading. Seems that the Tea Party is perched to “leave the GOP” as soon as the 2014 elections (just six months away). In state after state, moderate GOP candidates are drawing sistinct lines between themselves and the “radical policies” of their (used to be) Tea Party brethren. In Kentucky sitting Republican Senator Mitch McConnell (minority leader in the Senate) has brought his huge ‘War Chest’ to bear against is Tea Party primary contender. Matching his rhetoric with his actions Senator McConnell has issued a threat to all those Tea Partiers that would ‘primary’ mainstream GOP candidatures. Saying:

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The goal is to deny them any Senate primary victories, cut into their fund-raising and diminish them as a future force in Republican politics. “I think we are going to crush them everywhere,” Mr. McConnell, the Senate Republican leader, said in an interview, referring to the network of activist organizations working against him and two Republican incumbents in Kansas and Mississippi while engaging in a handful of other contests. “I don’t think they are going to have a single nominee anywhere in the country.[1]

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It is my (informed) opinion that IF (and that is a BIG ‘IF’) the GOP/Republican mainstream can surgically remove the Tea Party Cancer? It would be the single greatest achievement by Republicans (Mainstream Republicans and Moderate Republicans) in the past decade! Quite honestly the Tea Party is the reason that Republicans have yet to gain a majority in the Elder Congressional body, in contrast to holding the majority in the Lower House for three elections.

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Further, IF the BOP can be successful in quashing all Tea Party primary entries, and replace Reince Priebus with… say, Michael Steel? That would signal the single greatest stabilization of the party, and a rebirth of the Grand Old Party. It is no secret that the Tea Party (lead and created by billionaires like the Koch brothers and other billionaire political amateurs) has cost the Republican party; TWO Presidential elections, the Majority in the Senate and THREE terms of the “Least Productive Congress in History”.

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If the Tea Party were a single player, say, on a baseball team? They would have been cut from the team some time ago. Like this nutcase in Nevada, what’s his name… Cliven Bundy? You know, the nutcase that (until two days ago) Sean Hannity (at Fox) had crowned as the poster child for state’s rights, and “like the Founding Fathers”? Well, now Sean Hannity is doing just about anything (short of actually admitting the mistake he made, out of political expedience) to distance himself from Cliven Bundy, post racist remarks against African Americans.

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SEE, right there that is the problem with the Tea Party and those (politically uninformed, or political rhetoric parrots) that make up the vocal part of the Tea Party. From “I’m not a witch” to this week’s “African Americans were better off as slaves” the kind of people that are self-described Tea Party members are generally unelectable. That is a fact that has cost the mainstream of the Republican Party dearly! I genuinely hope that the core of the Republican Party, the moderates that guided the party prior to the ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’ that was the ‘Tea Party Movement’, can remove the cancer. I hope that the Grand Old Party can be brought back to its former glory, take a stand in the ‘Center-Right’ of the political debate and begin again making compromises so that government can work!

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So long as the extremists, the ideologues of the Tea Party that have thrown a monkey wrench into the inner workings of Washington, and labeled intransigence a “political victory” have the Republican Party by the short hairs our nation is at risk. For any democracy that simply cannot get the work of governance done, is a democracy headed for extinction. I have long said that “intransigence must be replaced with compromise” and that as long as “Republicans allow Freshmen Congressmen and Senators contorl the debate, is like letting the teenager in the house4 control the budget!” That quote, of mine, is from ‘Face the Nation’ and Bob Schieffer asked it of Senator Mitch McConnel, ironic that now he is trying to stop the Tea Party from winning any Republican primaries.

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My Dear Readers, any thinking person can clearly come to the understanding that intransigence is no replacement for compromise, and that parroted hyperbolic rhetoric s no replacement for informed debate. PERIOD! I am just glad that someone finally took my advice and are ready to jettison the dead weight of the Tea Party. Kudos to Senator Mitch McConnel!

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As always I am deeply honored that you come here and read my work.

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!

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[1] http://townhall.com/tipsheet/guybenson/2014/03/10/mcconnell-tea-party-candidates-will-get-crushed-everywhere-in-gop-primaries-n1806523

Notes from Behind the Keyboard - April 26th, 2014

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Welcome My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe & ‘Notes from Behind the Keyboard’. This article series is started to replace the monthly/weekly ‘Personal/Medical Updates’ I have, previously, penned here at The Other Shoe. For the longest time I have really wanted to replace the title of these works, today I stumbled upon the title.

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Little, as far as content, will be changed. However, today I have a little tale of courage and faith to share. Hopefully, I will have one of those to tell, on a regular basis. As you may well have noticed, I have recorded and published a short companion video with this edition of “Notes…’. I have wanted to get behind the camera, again, for the past several weeks. Not that I have any great revelation to share, just to say “Hello” face-to-face, as it were.

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First, doctors suck. I am still waiting for the results of one blood test. It simply must be complete, prior to the C.T. scan with contrast. Seems I will be spending a lot of time, next week, hounding my new doctor. Just as soon as I have the C.T. scan complete, I will relay any known results, just as soon as I have them.

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Next, I am genuinely flattered by the obvious success of ‘The Horror in Smithville’. My Dear Readers, not since ‘The Story of Daniel’ have I placed so much of myself, into a work. Even when I am not behind the keyboard, I am working on ‘The Horror…’ in my mind. Working out plot lines, character development, and crisis points. Until the moment the boys are finally home, safe and sound, at the end of their adventures? I will be working on this piece.

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My health? What can I say, at this very moment I am in terrible pain, in my neck. I awake to pain, pain is my companion is sleep. My days and nights are filled with pain. It is my constant companion, till death do us part. I hope to see a couple of doctors, over the next weeks. I hope to have a “growth” removed from the side of my face. I hope to find out why I have fevers, nearly daily, and am so very tired and drained all the time. I am not holding my breath.

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Now, for the tale I have to tell. Thursday, of this week, Allen took a trip to the nearby Target to purchase some items I was of need. The Target is on the other side of the freeway, from home. It is a walk of about four to five city blocks. Now, My Dear Readers, I live in rural Orange County. Well, it is more suburban than actual rural… but you get my point. I moved here from urban Los Angeles. Where your feet never touch the earth, life is a journey from concrete to concrete.

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Being suburban to rural we see wildlife here, from time to time. Our journey to my bank, takes us past the local Community College. Directly across the street from the college is a large open field. Home to many wild rabbits. Most likely, then were pets released from captivity, to the ­pseudo-wild by disgruntled owners. They are wonderful to see, and quite relaxed around humans.

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Well, as I was saying, Allen was on a foot journey to the local Target when he came to a very busy intersection here on Beach Blvd. Beach is a very busy north/south passage boulevard with three to four lanes going each direction. Allen was going south, on Beach, when he came across the most heart wrenching sight!

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Sitting, confused… dazed… in the far right lane of traffic… just inches from being crushed by waves of traffic, was a lost and old… mole rat. Now, I am not sure what kind of rat Allen saw, I was not there, and I take him at his word. It had a very short tail, a brown and blackish coat and was quite old.

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As I said, it was in the street… in the middle of a lane of traffic on Beach blvd. It was lost and very confused, and was going to get run over and killed if someone didn’t stop and help her. So, Allen, the man with the big heart that he is; stepped out into traffic! Then, he signaled all the cars to stop while he shepherded the; old, tired and confused mother mole-rat off the busy boulevard and into some bushes nearest the street. At one point, she was unable to get up into the sidewalk Allen actually reached down and picked up the mole-rat to place her in a quite and safe place.

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He told me that; she was very nice… but got slightly upset with Allen when he went to pick her up. She did not try to bite Allen, but barked and snarffed at him, squirming in his hands to be let down on to the sidewalk. Once Allen had finished getting the old and confused mole-rat into the neighboring bushes? Allen was meet by cheers and applause from passing motorists and some people standing in line at a local roach-coach. (Those food vans that frequent malls and construction sites). Yes, many people applauded Allen for his act of kindness, once the mole-rat was safely in some bushes.

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Once Allen told me his tale, I too applauded his actions, his kind and gentle heart and the courage it took to step into traffic to save a life. For, to me, all life is precious. Even a lowly mole-rat’s life is of value and should be protected. I am very proud of Allen.

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Well, My Dear Readers, that is going to about wrap it up for me. Now… my pain is increased and I am getting very nauseous. That is happening all too often, as of late. So, I simply must rest and see if I can get this nausea to pass… and maybe find so relief from this terrible pain.

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I want to Thank YOU all for dropping by, today. For taking a few moments out of your busy day to spend with me. “Thank you!”

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Until we meet again, Adieu!

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Friday, April 25, 2014

Lost in Space - April 25th, 2014

Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe. Today I would like to welcome you to another fine edition of the space faring series ‘Lost in Space’! I have some pretty spectacular images, again, from the space telescope Hubble. As well, with each image I will do my best to share information about location, and what it is that we are looking at. However, before we get started today I would like to as just how many of you, My Dear Readers, have taken the plunge?

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The plunge into the horror series, right here at The Other Shoe, ‘The Horror in Smithville’. We are now in our SEVENTH week of this terribly entertaining, and suspenseful, serial horror story. In just a matter of a couple of months this horror series has captured the hearts, and minds, of hundreds of readers. Join us, each and every Thursday, as Timmy and Archer; battle zombie-wolves, stare down ‘The Tall Man’ and take on everything my imagination can throw at them. This run away favorite of you, My Dear Readers, is just getting started. Isn’t it about time that you made a little time, each Thursday, for this incredibly popular and suspenseful horror series?

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Now that we are through with the commercial break, let’s get back to the stars! As with every week I have a batch of incredible images from the Hubble space telescope. Our very first image, for this week’s edition, comes from the El Goro Galaxy Cluster[1]. ‘El Goro’ is Spanish for ‘The Fat One’ and this galaxy cluster lives up to that name. Only a mere 9.7 billion light years from Earth, this cluster has a mass nearly 3 billion times that of our sun, Sol. The immense size of this galaxy cluster was first reported in January 2012 by scientists at NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory. I picked this image because it reminded me of something I saw as a young boy. 

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Our next image comes from the constellation Leo and is of the galaxy known as NGC 3455[2]. The image is of a barred spiral galaxy roughly 65 million light years from earth. It was discovered, and this image was taken, April 14th, 2014. There you go, My Dear Readers, I am keeping you abreast of the newest news in the Hubble discovery universe! Finally, here is a little of the science behind the image, straight from NASA’s web site; “Barred spiral galaxies account for approximately two thirds of all spirals. Galaxies of this type appear to have a bar of stars slicing through the bulge of stars at their center. The SB classification is further sub-divided by the appearance of a galaxy's pinwheeling spiral arms; SBa types have more tightly wound arms, whereas SBc types have looser ones. SBb types, such as NGC 3455, lie in between.”[3]

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Moving right along, My Dear Readers, our next stop is in the Tarantula Nebula[4] (also known as 30 Doradus, or NGC 2070). A mere 160,000 light years from earth, a walk in the park by Hubble standards, this nursery for the stars contains (roughly) 800,000 stars in various stages of formation. You just gotta love those nebula! So much science is contained in a nebula like the Tarantula that Hubble has created the Hubble Tarantula Treasury Program’[5] to gather and catalog it all. Now, on with the iamge!

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Let’s keep moving, My Dear Readers, there is another tour group hot on our heels! The next image is brought to us by Messier 83[6]. A big favorite of armature astronomers (there is even a rock band named M83…). A mere 15 million light years away, in the constellation of Hydra[7] this wondrous sight is also known as ‘The Southern Pinwheel’. At roughly 50,000 light years across thisbarred spiral galaxy is home tohundreds of thousands of stars, Ghosts of dead stars called supernova remnants, and stars in all different states of life.

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Moving right along… let’s pick up the pace, back there at the end of the tour line… we don’t have all day, we have an absolutely fantastic image. This image is reminiscent of a Holiday Wreath, with the center of the wreath the brightest star RC Puppis[8]. RC Puppis is a Cepheid variable star in the constellation of Puppis. This star pulsates in a six week cycle where it will dim, then build up the luminosity we see in the image below. At its highest point of luminosity it is 15,000 times brighter than our sun, Sol.

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Our final image, for the day, comes to us from the galaxy ESO 137-001[9]. Another barred spiral galaxy it is located in the start cluster known as Abell 3627[10] (also known as Norma Cluster). This image is of a cluster of galaxies roughly 200 million light years from earth. The Norma Cluster appears zooming to the upper right of this image. Yes, it is the ghost-like spiral blue near the top right of the image. As a special treat just below the static image, just for you My Dear Readers, is a video from NASA/JPL just about this image and the heading. ENJOY!

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Well, My Dear Readers, that brings us to the end of another great edition of ‘Lost in Space’ right here at The Other Shoe. I hope that everyone has enjoyed the wonderful images. As well, I want you to be aware that there is a huge amount of science contained in these articles. Just follow any of the nine links (at the bottom of the article) to the accompanying articles about the galaxies and nebula contained within this article.

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Yes, I do go the extra mile for you, My Dear Readers. I really wish that I had a telescope… and lived in a place where all the stars are wiped clean from the sky by background light pollution. Yes, for the past twenty-seven years I have lived in the Los Angeles basin. Once there, all the stars in the sky are wiped clean and replaced with, airplanes and helicopters. I remember my first week here, living in Hollywood, I just couldn’t sleep at all because of the constant noise of police helicopters and the irritating background light pollution. Again, enjoy this trip through the heavens, this walk among the stars, brought to you by Yours Truly each and every week, right here at The Other Shoe.

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Adieu!

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Thank YOU!
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Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Horror in Smithville - Part Seven

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Welcome back My Dear Readers to The Other Shoe! A very special welcome to you, My Dear Readers, to this Part SEVEN of ‘The Horror in Smithville’! When last we left our adventurous heroes, Timmy and Archer were ‘treed’ in the gnarled oak at the center of the graveyard. Our heroes were soon to be surrounded, by zombie-wolves, which were pouring out of the forest from every side. Greatly outnumbered, and already tired from a long ‘night’ (?) of running and exploring, they readied themselves for the oncoming battle.

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My Dear Readers, this story has quickly become the single most popular article series in the history of this blog. The last two weeks, and two editions, have garnered over One Hundred ‘Likes’ from all over the world. This makes me one Happy Camper! Unlike last week, I did not wait till the last minute to write, edit, and publish this week’s edition. No, I started yesterday afternoon… and finished some time around 4AM this morning.

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My neck… is a disaster area! I can barely move my frigging head and the pain is so bad it would immobilize a wooly mammoth. Nevertheless, I venture forward into the day and work tirelessly to present this week’s Special episode. I refuse to ‘tip my hand’ about the trials and tribulations that lie ahead for our adventuring heroes.

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The only way you, My Dear Readers, are going to find out what happened to Timmy and Archer… do they survive the onslaught attack by zombie-wolves… Will they have further encounters with Princess Nadia and the ferret-riding Alexander? All that, and more await you in the pages below.

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A word of warning for all of you, My Dear Readers. The following ‘Part’… more like a chapter, weighs in at fourteen pages in Word with a 12 pt. font. Yeah… that is why it took me nine hours to write, and check. Oh, yeah! Today is special for another reason! Since I started early? I was able to go back and proof read this article prior to publication! Yes, that means that there should be very few; typos, errors, broken sentences and other literary oddities that generally disrupt the flow of a literary work.

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So, without further adieu I give you ‘Part Seven – The Horror in Smithville’!

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Part Seven


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Timmy had directed Archer to climb to the highest branch of the old gnarled tree he could manage. There he would do his best to; bleed, slow down and/or maim as many of these zombie-wolves as possible. You see, that is a common misnomer about archers, and archery, among the larger populous. Archers rarely ‘kill’ someone with an arrow to the heart. Archers are best to bleed your opponents, causing them to slow and reducing strength. Timmy had explained all this, to Archer, as they climbed the gnarled tree.

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Timmy took his stand among the lower branches of the tree. There he could just reach the zombie-wolves, inflicting head wounds and hopefully an occasional decapitation. As the boys steadied themselves for the oncoming onslaught, they did a quick head count and spoke to each other. Timmy was the first to speak;

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“Ok, Archer… I have to say it… least I forget or… and robbed of the opportunity. I think it ironic that your name is ‘Archer’ and you appear in this dream with a bow and quiver of arrows. Do you have any experience, or training, in archery? Perhaps?”

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Far above Timmy’s head, and out of his line of sight, he heard Archer’s laugh. It took a special kind of courage to be able to laugh when faced with an onslaught of dozens of half-dead, or reanimated wolves, hell-bent on killing you. Archer had that kind of insane courage, and Timmy thanked the powers that be just for his courage. Archer, then spoke to Timmy;

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“Funny you have never asked that question before, Timmy. Yes, my father first put a bow in my hand when I was, like, six or seven. Every summer we spend time, together, seeing how many arrows we can put in a target he have attached to some hay bails in the backyard. In six years I have become quite proficient at archery, or so says my Dad.”

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Timmy was surprised, and immensely thankful of his father’s instruction. It was Timmy that spoke, next;

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“Well, Archer, I have never held a sword in my hand. However, I have read enough to understand to one thing about archery. “Aim small, miss small” Which means, from what I understand, aim for a small target on the wolf… like right above the hind leg where the leg meets the back, that way if you miss you will still hit the wolf. Archer, aim to maim the wolves… and to bleed them, if you can. If they can’t jump I am going to last longer, down here in these lower branches.”

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The zombie-wolves that came from just to the left and right of the boys had been running all this time, and were within a few yards from the boys. Although, there were dozens more still in a flat-out run, that came from the far ends of the graveyard. Timmy had tried to make a count, of how many of these animals there were. He had made it to fifty… when he lost the desire to count, further. Timmy spoke, one last time, before they engaged their enemies;

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“Archer, I know you have only a fixed amount of arrows. When I can, I will try to reach and grab arrows out of these zombie-wolves and hand them to you, k?”

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Archer replied;

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“Don’t get your hand removed trying to get me more arrows, ok Timmy?”

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Then Archer spoke with the most serious tone Timmy thought he had ever heard.

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“Tim, I really hope that this isn’t one of those kinds of dreams… where if you die in the dream… you die… in real life.”

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Timmy responded quickly to Archer’s fear laden statement;

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“Archer, nobody is going to be doing any dying, here… K? Shoot straight, shoot well. I will slice and dice these zombies as fast as I can. We will awake, just fine, to take our Math test tomorrow. K?”

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With that, the zombie-wolves set upon our two heroes.

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Princess Nadia was sitting by the fire she had just built up. Ready to start preparing food for diner that night, when Alexander rode into the campsite on a visibly tired ferret. They had not seen one another since they parted company right before dawn, that day. Alexander dismounted from his ferret, nodded at Princess Nadia, and went about unpacking his mount. Princess Nadia had managed to capture a couple of rabbits, and found some potatoes in the bottom of her pack. If Alexander had brought some veggies, and maybe some herbs, then they would put together a nice stew of the hair, and eat well that night.

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Alexander had finished unpacking, and was unrolling his bedroll, when he handed Princess Nadia; some carrots, a handful of green beans, a few more potatoes and the needed sage, and some thyme. Princess Nadia looked up at, a very tired, Alexander and thanked him. Alexander spoke first, of his curious encounter, by the Mach-One Train crossing.

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“Nadia, I had the most curious encounter at the crossing. A bright white oval appeared, right out of thin air, and a young human boy stumbled out. Without any hardware at all, he spoke to me, and I to him. His name was ‘Archer’ and he looked as if he was in some terrible adventure, wherever he had come from. We spoke briefly, and then he vanished the same way that he appeared. A very nice Lad, indeed, and in just the few moments that we spoke I felt a fancy towards him… enough so I wished I could have helped!”

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Princess Nadia looked up at Alexander, motioned for him to sit right beside her in front of the fire, and spoke.

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“Curious, indeed, my dear Alexander. For I, too, had a similar experience, only the young lad I met was named ‘Timmy’ and was unaware he had a sword strapped to his back. I informed him that the sword on his back would make a better weapon than the large rock in his hand. Alexander, I think that it was no coincidence that we meet these boys, nor was it coincidence that we should both speak to them without aid.”

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Princess Nadia took a deep breath, then looked Alexander directly in the eyes, and spoke again;

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“Alex, I have a strange feeling that we will meet these lads, again, in our travels. I had a feeling that we are meant to help them, and they… us! Tonight, I want us both to think on what we might be able to give them, when next our paths cross. Something that might help them in their journeys and/or be of aid. I have decided to give the lad named Timmy… my duel ‘Dragon’s Teeth’ daggers. They have served me well, these past several years. With the path I have set my feet upon, today. I do not think I will have need of them, again, in the near future. As well I think that I will provide them with, some bandages and healing lotions. You, Alexander, think on it tonight and we will make our items ready, tomorrow. Now, let’s eat this stew and get some much needed sleep, eh?”

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With that Alexander stood up and stirred the stew. Princess Nadia added fuel to the fire.

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Timmy was reaching down, trying to grab an arrow out of the shoulder of a ‘close’ zombie-wolf’ when it happened. SNAP! Bite!

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“OUCH! Dang blasted… That HURT!Timmy exclaimed as he pulled his wounded left hand back, two arrows clutched in his bitten hand. Timmy reached up, with his right hand, giving the arrows to Archer above. Archer looked at the arrows, before putting them in to his quiver. They were covered in Timmy’s blood. Archer spoke;

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“Timmy, just as soon as this is over, let me take a look at your hand. I will need to clean and bandage it. Now try and be more careful. K?”

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Timmy was in no place to argue with Archer. Though, it struck Timmy how maternal Archer had become, since they landed in this world. This was not a ‘Bad Thing’, just kind of out of character for Archer and an overall role reversal for both of them. Timmy looked down at the ground below them and saw that it was covered with the decapitated and cloven bodies of dozens of these zombie-wolves’. Archer just had to be running out of arrows, at this point, and he wasn’t sure just how much longer he was going to be able to swing his sword.

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They had to have killed over thirty of these undead, and it looked like there was at least thirty more left to kill. Just as Timmy was having this epiphany, he saw one of Archer’s arrows drive right into the left eye of one of the wolves. It was within reach, so before the zombie-wolf feel back in death, Timmy pulled out the arrow… and the eyeball with it. Timmy shuddered as he repeatedly shook the arrow to dislodge the eyeball. Once the eyeball flung off the end of the arrow, he handed it back to Archer.

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Timmy’s sword, now feeling evenheavier, was drenched in black sticky blood all the way up to the handle. The black sticky blood was making it increasingly difficult to keep a tight grip on the sword. The arrow he had just handed back to Archer, as well, was covered in the brackish blood. Looking down, at the base of the gnarled tree, Timmy could clearly see that there were more than thirty bodies of zombie-wolves in various states of dismemberment, or death. Some still twitched and some, even, still tried to bite and gnashed their teeth. The sight was both gory, and disturbing, all at the same time.

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Timmy feared that his ability to slice and dice these ‘animals’ would fail before they were all dead. Above him, Archer’s breath was more labored and the time between arrows taking flight, was increasing. Just as Timmy was trying to figure out a way that they could both leave the tree, alive, a tremendously loud and terrifying roar came out of the woods to their left. This sound had not come from another of the zombie-wolves; it was completely unlike any they had heard.

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The roar was much like a cross between a huge lion… and an injured human. It rang out from deep within the forest, off to their left and behind them some. The strangest thing had happened, when the roar sounded. The boys had stopped, when they heard the sound, but so had the zombie-wolves! Archer was not letting loose any more arrows. Timmy was not taking any more swings, and the zombie-wolves stood completely still at the base of the gnarled tree. This went on for nearly a whole minute when the forest, directly from where they imagined that sound had come, shook!

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The tops of the trees trembled and shook, as if some mighty creature was tearing tree from ground. Even though the roaring sound had stopped, the shuddering and trembling of the trees still happened. Deep within the woods, where they could not see it exactly. However, from their vantage point, it appeared that the creature making the sound was moving in their direction. The ROAR!!!, sounded again. Deep from within the dark forest. Trees shuddered, shook, roar sounds. Timmy motioned for Archer to try to get to the top of their tree, so that he might see better what was happening.

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Timmy turned to look at the dogs, after giving Archer his direction, and the zombie-wolves had put their (remaining parts of) their tails between their legs and were backing away from the gnarled tree. Timmy almost laughed, when it happened again. ROAR! Trees shake and break! Yes, it was close enough, now, that Timmy could actually hear the trunks of the trees… break!

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Timmy called up to Archer;

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“What are you seeing, Archer? Tell me what’s is going on?!”

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Timmy couldn’t ‘see’ Archer at all; the branches covered him completely now. All he knew of Archer was his voice, he now heard.

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“I can’t see what is doing this… What I can see? Timmy you are not going to believe this!!! Something is throwing trees into the air! Full-grown trees are flying all around, Timmy. Something is pulling forty and fifty foot tress out of the ground and throwing them!”

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Timmy was dumbfounded; he looked down at the base of the tree. Much to his surprise, the zombie-wolves had left the base of the tree and were still backing away. Out of the fifty or so that were left, almost half had left the graveyard, completely. The remaining zombie-wolves were, now, more interested in what was coming out of the forest, than the two boys they had been hell-bent on eating just minutes ago. Timmy thought fast! Then he spoke to Archer, again. Nearly yelling, this time;

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“Archer, get down here… FAST! These zombie-wolf things are leaving! I think we should go down, together, and gather up as many of your arrows as we can… before whatever this is gets out of the forest.”

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Archer didn’t answer Timmy, he just put the arrow back into his quiver, wrapped to bow around his shoulder, and started climbing down the tree. Once Archer was low enough to see, he clearly saw that Timmy was right. The zombie-wolves had left the foot of the three, and were backing away as they hit the ground. Timmy was on the ground shortly before Archer, so he started pulling arrows out of bodies. He used them to stick, in the eye, any remaining zombie-wolves that were snapping at their heals. Archer hit the ground and started pulling arrows from bodies, too. They had removed all the arrows from the bodies, when they saw a form come out of the edge of the woods.

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Whatever was coming out of the woods… well, stood on two legs, had a head, and looked like it had two arms. Thing was? This thing stood over twenty feet tall! It was covered in black clothing… it had a tall thin hat on, and it had something in its hand... that was squirming… and screaming.

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Before Timmy could say a word to Archer, he knew what was coming out of the woods. How it had grown to twenty, or more, feet was another matter entirely. It was dressed in shadows, had a stovepipe hat and was as thin as a railroad rail. Timmy knew… Timmy knew that Archer was about to meet… ‘The Tall Man’!

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The remaining zombie-wolves were now running for the forest. One mistakenly headed to the forest too close to ‘The Tall Man’. The Tall Man then kicked the zombie-wolf. The wolf went up in the air higher than it stood, had to be nearly fifty feet in the air and traveled the distance of two or more football fields! Tommy had never seen anything like that, a wolf being kicked half a mile in distance and nearly fifty feet into the air.

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As it grew closer, both Timmy and Archer could just make out what he was carrying. ‘The Tall Man’ was carrying a human man. They were not close enough, yet, to make out who... but it was a man and this man was screaming his head off. The man was yelling, “Please don’t eat me” and “Please don’t kill me!” and (Timmy’s favorite) “Please let me go!” Yeah, like that was going to happen.

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Timmy looked over at Archer; just in time to see that Archer’s mouth was hanging wide open in shock and horror. Timmy, gently, used two fingers to close Archer’s mouth, and then he motioned up to the tree.

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“Should we get back into the tree, Archer?”

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Archer thought about this for, like, a half-second, and then answered;

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“Nope, not really going to be that much safer… and if we need to run? I don’t want to be trying to climb out of the tree to start running.”

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Archer made very good sense; they had a better chance of survival if they could break out running. Timmy put his sword back in the sheathe, on his back. Then he went about trying to wipe the black sticky blood off of his hands, on to his pants. Archer saw this and went about cleaning his hands, too. Just as Archer was finishing up trying to clean up, it got close enough for both Timmy and Archer to see who it was that was screaming. It was their math teacher, Mr. Albright!

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He was wearing the same outfit he had on when they saw him in class, earlier that day. Black slacks, a white shirt, dark tie and a black and white argyle pullover sweater. Mr. Albright was one of the best-dressed teachers at their school. That and the fact he was single, made for fodder that Mr. Albright was gay. Why is it that any single well-dressed guy just has to be gay? Now Mr. Albright was close enough to see the boys on the ground. Below him, were Timmy and Archer. He called out to them;

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“Is that you… Archer? Timmy? Boys, I do not know how I got here… or how you got here, but you boys need to start running away and not look back. Get home quickly and call the Sheriff. Tell him what is happening and where I am… PLEAASE?!?!”

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Mr. Albright could beg all he wanted to, there was just no way the boys were ever going to speak of this night, to anyone. Just then The Tall Man stopped walking and was standing directly in front of the boys. He looked down, at the boys, and put his hand over the mouth of Mr. Albright. Obviously The Tall Man wanted to speak and he didn’t want to yell over Mr. Albright.

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“Hello, boys! How are you on this fine night? I see you have met my pets… my wolves. Were you having fun with my wolves? Did I interrupt your fun with my wolves?”

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His voice was very low and rumbled. Almost like if thunder could talk. Again, Timmy heard a rattling sound, in his voice, like bones tossed around in a stone coffin. It was making Timmy’s skin crawl… bad! The Tall Man spoke again, this time turning toward Archer.

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“Your friend, I have already met. You, I do not know... you. Won’t you both introduce yourselves?”

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This was kind of a really awkward situation. It was as if you went up to a lobster right before you put him in the boiling water, and asked the lobster its name. Timmy needed time, to think. Indulging The Tall Man would buy Timmy that time. Timmy was the first to answer;

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“What? You don’t, like, already know our names? That is odd! I mean, like, this is your world, am I right? We are in your world and you don’t know our names?”

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As Timmy spoke the last syllable, Archer’s foot came down hard on Timmy’s foot. Guess standing up to a murderous twenty-foot guy dressed in shadows made Archer a little uncomfortable. Timmy understood, but he wasn’t going to show fear to this ‘guy’. As well, anything Timmy could do to knock this guy off his game, Timmy was hell-bent on doing. Archer spoke, next;

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“I am so sorry for my good friend, Timmy. He didn’t mean to be rude… Mister. It’s just when Timmy is scared... well, his bark is worse than his bite. I am Archer and this is my good friend Timmy!”

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Timmy could have sworn that he heard The Tall Manlaugh. Great, Archer was going with comic side-kick in a life-or-death situation. He was going to have to remember to have a talk with Archer, when this was all over. Right now, Timmy had to see if he could keep The Tall Man confused, and off his game. Timmy spoke.

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“Hey, Tall Man… can we call you that?Or should it be sick, twisted, gigantic murderous Tall Man?The Tall Man’? Hey, ‘Tall Man’ why don’t you put Mr. Albright down here, beside us. He has never done anything to hurt anyone… like, ever. So, put him down here with us… and then we can part company. We can go back out, the way we came in, and you. Well, you can go and play and kick your wolves,murder other innocent people and create general havoc some where else, right? What do you say… do we have a deal, Mr. Tall Man?”

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There was no laughter, after Timmy spoke. A dark scowl came across The Tall Man’s face, and Archer’s foot came down on Timmy’s foot, again. Timmy had kept him off his game, but it appeared that he haddrawn his ire, too.

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NO! No, thank you for offering ‘Timmy’ (said sarcastically… like to a child)I will not be putting Mr. Albright down. Regardless of how well Mr. Albright has lived his life… I will do whatever I see fit, to or with Mr. Albright. If that is all the same with you, Timmy!” (Again said spitefully, like speaking to a small child…)

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Right then The Tall Man removed his hand from over Mr. Albright’s face. Mr. Albright began screaming to the boys;

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“Boys, RUN! Run for your lives! Forget about me, just start running and don’t’ stop!”

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The Tall Man shook Mr. Albright vigorously, thumped him on his head with one finger, like you would flick someone on the ear from behind to annoy. Obviously The Tall Man’s flick was way more than a human’s because Mr. Albright stopped screaming and went limp in The Tall Man’s hand. This obviously upset The Tall Man. Mr. Albright was no fun to play with in his current state. Timmy had been successful in pushing The Tall Man, now he had ended his toy before through playing. He grumbled under his breath, shook his head back and forth, and shook Mr. Albright’s limp body.

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Now look what you made me do, Timmy! Your rude behavior has made me knock your teacher unconscious! I didn’t want to knock him unconscious! I wanted to play some more!”

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It suddenly occurred to Timmy. How did The Tall Man know that Mr. Albright was their math teacher? Neither Archer nor Timmy had mentioned that fact. Timmy wasn’t going to figure it out, right now, but he had to remember that, so later… he and Archer could figure it out! Timmy had a really bad feeling about what was going to happen next. He leaned over and got right up against Archer’s ear, and whispered (The Tall Man stood twenty feet above ground, Timmy doubted he could hear them whisper from that distance).

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“Archer… get ready to run for your life. I got a bad feeling… things are about to spin out of control. I am going to run around behind the tree, then out the opposite side of the graveyard from where we came in, OK? When I say run… RUN like your life depended on it… it just might!”

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Archer did not respond, he just nodded at Timmy, looking him directly in the eyes. Right then The Tall Man yelled at the boys;

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What are you boys whispering about? Are you boys up to something? I think that you are, boys! Here, let me give you an example of what I do to boys and people who plot and whisper behind my back! Are you ready? THIS is what I do to Bad Boys!”

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With that The Tall Man took Mr. Albright’shead and neck between two fingers of one hand, and his lower body with the other hand. The Tall Man yelled “WATCH!”

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Then, the boys watched in horror as The Tall Man pulled Mr. Albright’s head and spine right out of his body! The sound was something terrible. The sound of breaking bones, the tearing of the flesh, and the screams, which stopped when his head was removed from his body. Then The Tall Man raised the head and spine over his open mouth, and licked the dripping blood from the tip of his spine. The Tall Man then threw the head/spine down right at the feet of Timmy and Archer. Dumbfounded, they walked backwards to avoid being struck by the falling head and spine. All the time staring in terror at The Tall Man.

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Next, The Tall Man put the remainder of Mr. Albright’s body in his mouth. With a great sucking sound The Tall Man sucked all the flesh and muscle right off his torso and legs. Leaving nothing but bones and organs behind, he loudly burped and used one leg bone to pick his teeth. Having finished with the rest of the body The Tall Man threw the remaining bones and organs to the ground… again at the feet of Timmy and Archer.

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They hit the ground with a dull, but wet sounding, thud. Timmy thought he might puke, the smell… the sight of someone they both knew and had as a teacher. Now, was a skinless, headless hunk of bones and organs lying at their feet. It was just too much for Timmy. He was about to act, when The Tall Man poke;

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“Now… You see what I do when someone tries to mess with my head? Do you, Timmy, understand that could… WILL happen to you if you upset me, any more? This Mr. Albright didn’t even upset me. Timmy you have already upset me! BEWARE!

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It was at that very second Timmy flashed back to his bedroom and his very first encounter with The Tall Man. “Beware” Was all he had said, standing in the center of Timmy’s bedroom. Now, with Mr. Albright dead, his body in parts at their feet, that is when Timmy understood. He understood that this Tall Man was going to torture and terrify he and Archer until he killed them, too! Timmy was not going to let that happen,. Not tonight, not any night. Timmy was going to do whatever it took to protect Archer, and get them home safely.

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He had a plan. Timmy stared The Tall Man directly in his eyes, and spoke;

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“You just killed an innocent man, for no good reason. In addition, you want me to think that it was some kind of lesson? What lesson am I supposed to learn? That you are a sick twisted, soulless murderer and that you eat humans? Lesson learned. Here’s a news flash for you Mr. Tall Man’ish (said with just as much sarcasm). You may be able to try to get me in your mouth. But I promise you that I will not go down easily… and I might just cut your throat in half, from the inside, on the way down. I am going to fight you every way I can, every chance I have… Bank on it!”

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The very second that he finished speaking he turned to Archer and mouthed “RUN!”. As soon as he saw that Archer had started running, and in the right direction. Timmy fell to his knees, rolled on his right shoulder three times; ending up behind The Tall Man’s left foot. Timmy then unsheathed his sword and took his best and strongest swing… right at The Tall Man’s Achilles tendon. The Tall Man let out a terribly loud scream, it caused Timmy’s ear to ring. Then The Tall Man reached down and grabbed his left foot with both hands. Blood was coming out in buckets, and Timmy was covered from head to feet in his blood, within seconds.

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Timmy, now covered in the blood of The Tall Man, shoved his sword back into its sheath, and broke out in the fastest run of his entire life. Within seconds Timmy was gaining on Archer and speeding up with every passing stride. Timmy pulled up even with Archer, and then he took a second to look back over his shoulder. The Tall Man was still bent over holding his left foot. Blood covered the giant’s hands, and his screaming had not stopped, either. Timmy turned to Archer, and through pants and gasps, he said to Archer;

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“Let’s head into the woods just north of the gnarled tree. Once in the forest I think we will be able to slow some. Until then? Archer… keep running faster and faster. The Tall Man hasn’t started running, but I am willing to bet that he can walk ten times faster than we can run. So RUN!”

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Archer didn’t say a single word, just nodded put his head down and doubled up his speed. Shortly Archer pulled ahead of Timmy, which was ok, Timmy was always a little slower than Archer in gym class. Archer had the short distance speed; Timmy had the endurance, long distance, speed. The moment Timmy had finished that thought, the earth began to rumble and shake under their feet.

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The Tall Man had stopped holding his left foot. He had wrapped a piece of his clothing around the foot to stop, or slow, the bleeding. With his foot bandaged The Tall Man had begun his pursuit. Timmy was correct, The Tall Man didn’t need to run to catch up to the boys (it was a ‘Good Thing’ because with Timmy cutting his Achilles tendon, there was no way The Tall Man could ever run again) all he had to do was take large strides. Each of The Tall Man’s strides was about half a football field. He wasn’t even running and he was already catching up to the boys. Timmy put his head down, extended his strides, did his best to double his speed and he quickly pulled up beside Archer, again. Timmy glanced over his shoulder, then spoke to Archer;

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“We have to get into the forest… NOW! Once we are in, Archer. Take a quick turn to your left. Stay within the forest, but double back the way we just came. Remember stay IN the forest. Try to not loose track of me, Archer. I will do my best to stay close... K?”

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Again, Archer did not verbally respond, just nodded his head in agreement. Looking at Archer’s face right then, Timmy felt just horrible. Timmy saw a terrified Archer. It was written all over his face, palatable fear. Timmy had made the very best decision he could, with the limited time. Still, until they got someplace safe and he had a chance to talk with Archer… Timmy felt terrible at placing them in front of a wounded and angry giant.

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Again, a quick look over his left shoulder showed that The Tall Man was closing, and fast! When Timmy turned back around, the forest was in his face. “Turn LEFT!” Timmy half-whispered to Archer, and then turned to his left, too. He could still see Archer as they made their way trough the forest. They had run for almost a two minutes when Timmy heard The Tall Man begin ripping out trees, one row at a time. The Tall Man was trying to discover the boy’s location. They had doubled back enough, Archer was right beside Timmy, so he (again) half-whispered to Archer, “Turn RIGHT!”

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In unison, they both tacked to their right, heading them deeper and deeper into the unknown woods. Timmy was banking on the fact that the zombie-wolves were more afraid of The Tall Man than hungry, or anxious to attack the boys. So long as The Tall Man was hot on their heals, and the wolves could sense that, they would be safe… at least from the zombie-wolves. As time passed, the sound of The Tall Man ripping tress out of the ground faded in the distance behind them. Archer was out of breath and his pace slowed, gradually.

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Timmy listening intently, turning to the left and then the right. Timmy put his arm up, in front of Archer, to stop him then he spoke.

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“Archer, let’s stop. I think that we lost The Tall man. The last I heard him? He was still tearing up tress, out of the ground, going in a straight line from where we entered the forest. Stop and get your breath, I really do think we are safe… for the moment.”

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Archer smiled, and then fell to the ground. Water. The next thing that they both would need was water. Timmy knew that his fear was waning, because his hand started hurting! Timmy pulled up a hunk of ground, right beside Archer, and sat down. They booth signed, at the same time. Timmy went to speak, to explain why he attacked The Tall Man and cut his Achilles tendon. Timmy opened his mouth to speak…

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“Arch…”

 

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At the very same second Archer started to speak, saying his name. Timmy motioned for Archer to go first, if he was upset with Timmy… for risking their lives on a hunch that The Tall Man actually had and Achilles tendon? He didn’t want to force going first and add insult to injury. Archer began speaking;

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“Timmy… what the heck just happened. You whispered to me to be ready. The next thing I knew… you rolled under The Tall Man… then blood was everywhere… and we were running and he wasn’t! What did you do?”

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Timmy laughed, a little, under his breath. He sighed, again. Then… Timmy did something he did do often, at all! Timmy reached over and gave Archer a hug. Timmy didn’t hold long, at all, and started to draw away. When he realized something. Archer was, oddly enough, hugging back. Timmy put both his arms around Archer, and they sat there, for like... a whole ten seconds hugging each other. They pushed each other away, looked the other way, and then Timmy explained.

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“Thanks for, like, not hating me Archer. I just took a huge risk, with both our lives… on a hunch. What I did, Archer, was cut his ‘Achilles tendon’ on the back of his left foot. I saw about the Achilles tendon in an old movie, ‘Papillon’. It is about a French prison for really bad criminals. If you escape once, they beat you really bad, If you try again, they cut your Achilles tendon… after that you can no longer EVER run, again. I didn’t ‘know’ if he would have and Achilles tendon. Evidently my gamble paid off, big! From now on The Tall Man can chase us but he cannot run after us!’

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Archer smiled big at Timmy, then spoke, too.

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“So, based on a hunch... and something that might or might not be true in a movie, you took a swipe out of The Tall Man’s left foot. Is that about right?”

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Timmy nodded, and then laughed… quietly. Archer went to talking;

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“Well, I can’t tell you just how happy I am that you were right about this Achilles tendon, in our giant. Until you did that, Timmy, I was certain that we were dead. The way he just tore Mr. Albright… apart… was incredible. Never in my life have I seen something more… gory, and violent and, well, bloody. I wonder if that means he will be, like, dead when we get out… if we get out, that is. That’s the other thing, Timmy. We have been in this world, now longer than the last time… by, like, a lot! Do you think we will get out?”

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Timmy sat there and thought about what Archer had said. First, he was glad that Archer had forgiven him for the risk he had taken with both their lives. I mean, it did pay off, and from now on The Tall Man will not be able to run to chase them, but he didn’t know that when he cut hum. Next, Archer had brought up a good point. One that Timmy had, yet, to think about. They had been in this world… for several hours now. This time they were in… asleep… whatever for two or more hours. He wasn’t sure if they would be able to get out. We wasn’t about to let Archer see doubt, no way. Doubt could be very bad in this situation.

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“Archer, I am sure that we will be able to get out. Probably soon, too. I know that we have been in a longer time, now. I think we would have left earlier, but we ran in to The Tall Man. I ‘think’ that when you encounter him, well you get trapped for longer… like, until you get away from him.”

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Archer was hanging on his every word. Archer trusted Timmy, and Timmy would do anything and everything to honor that trust… and keep his trust. Timmy knew that, his actions, by cutting The Tall Man’s Achilles tendon he had just increased their chances of surviving not only this encounter, but any and all upcoming encounters. Archer, honestly, kicked ass with the zombie-wolves. It was time that Timmy told Archer how he felt.

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“Archer, I have to tell you I was totally impressed with your archery… dealing with those ‘zombie-wolves’. There was no way we could have survived that attack without your kick-ass handling of the bow and arrows. I didn’t know that you knew archery, but we are here because you had been trained and are very good. Also, when it came to running, after I cut that guy, you were right on with turning and taking my que. If I have to be trapped in a life-threatening situation… with someone… I am really glad that it is you.”

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Archer nodded at Timmy, and leaned back against the dead log. Timmy so wanted to lean back, and rest. Not yet, Timmy had to strike out and see if he could find some water, close. He lifted his nose into the air. Breathed in deeply, then tuned. Breathed in deeply, then turned. Timmy did that until he came full circle. He was happy that one time… he actually thought he smelled water. Timmy got up, and spoke to Archer;

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“Listen, Archer, we really need some water, if we are going to survive. I just sniffed around and I think that I might have caught a whiff of some water, close by. Now, here’s the tricky bit. One, I do not want us to become separated in this forest… in this ‘dream’. Second, I do not want either one of us to fall asleep without the other one. We are more likely to survive if we both enter and leave this dream-state together. Now, I am going to scout around… really close byand I want you to stay awake.”

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Archer nodded at Timmy’s every word, and he could tell that Archer was just as thirsty as he. The sooner he found water, the sooner they could get hydrated… and maybe fall asleep… and end up back home!

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“So, Archer, I am going to head into the woods a few steps. Then I am going to call out to you. One, so I can keep my bearings with you and second to make sure you stay awake, k? Now, once I take the first few steps, I will take more, then more… then more. Each time I am going to count out the steps, in tens. If we are lucky I will get close to the water within thirty or forty steps. OK, you ready?”

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Archer was willing, and wanted to, help any way he could. He wasn’t sleepy at all. The events of the past two hours had him wound up like an eight day clock. He was thirsty, and he knew that they needed water… bad. Archer answered Timmy;

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“Yes Timmy, I understand. I will stay awake… that is not a problem. I am wound up like an eight day clock, right now. You are going to take ten steps into the woods, call out to me, make sure you know which direction I am, then take ten more steps. Right?”

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Timmy was glad that Archer was keeping focused and keeping his wits about him. That fact, alone, would do more to help keep them alive than anything else. Timmy nodded at Archer, and headed into the woods. Counting… One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… TEN! That was it, he was ten paces out from Archer. Timmy stood in one place and called out to Archer.

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“Hey, Archer, can you hear me?”

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Archer heard him and responded quickly.

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“Yes, doofus, you are only ten feet away from me, I could spit and hit you between the eyes. Are you still oriented with me in the right direction?”

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Yeap, Archer was directly behind him, right where he belonged. Timmy took ten, more, steps in the direction he hoped there was water. At the end of the ten steps, he called out to Archer. Archer answered, and was in the right place. Timmy took ten more steps… and he heard the sound of running water! Timmy called out to Archer;’

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“Archer, can you tell which direction I went? Do you think that you can follow my voice and make it to me?”

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Archer was thrilled by the question, it meant that Timmy had likely found water! Archer immediately answered

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YES! I can tell which direction you went, and are, from me. Just keep talking and I will be right there!”

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Timmy and Archer yelled back and forth as Archer made it the thirty feet to stand right beside Timmy. Together they pushed back some over hanging branches, and their eyes were meet with a pool of sparkling water, feed by a small water fall. They both kneeled down beside the water’s edge and drank deeply. They cupped their hands and filled them with water, drinking from their hands as quick as they could. It took, only, about seven or eight handfuls of water, and their thirst was quenched.

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Timmy started fist, he took off his shirt and put it in the water. Washing it out, well, he then used the wet shirt to wash off his body; his hands, then his arms, then his chest and torso. Archer followed suit, and soon both the boys not only had slaked their thirst, they were cool and clean. Just as Timmy was putting back on his shirt, Archer noticed that the bite, on Timmy’s left hand, had started bleeding, again. The water had, likely, broken apart the scab.

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Archer motioned to Timmy to bring his hand over. Archer washed out the wound, making sure to debris all the loose and dead flesh from the cuts. The bite was quite deep, and each tooth had created a long and deep cut into the back of Timmy’s hand. Archer tore off part of the tail of his shirt. Washing it in the water, again, just to make sure it was completely clean. Archer then fashioned the shirttail into a bandage. He twisted the cloth several times, doing his best to wring all the water from the cloth. He then folded the cloth over, double, lengthwise and wrapped the bandage around his wounded hand.

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Archer tore the end of the bandage into strips. Taking the strips and wrapping them around the bandage, he tied the ends together closing the bandage around his hand. Bingo! That would do nicely, for the time being. The wound was clean, and now it was covered from getting dirt or other contaminants into the freshly cleaned wound. Timmy thanks Archer, and they both found a comfortable place to lie back, and rest. It had been a very long night, and they both needed to rest their eyes, and muscles. They, both, had closed their eyes and their breathing had slowed.

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Timmy was drifting off… he thought that he heard Archer snoring… then he heard a beeping sound. It kept getting louder and louder. It was really odd, this sound. It was not something one would hear in a forest. Beep Beep… Beep Beep… Beep Beep… All the sudden it dawned on Timmy! The sound he was hearing was his alarm clack!

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Timmy opened his eyes, and bolted up in bed! They were back! Timmy was in his own bed and Archer was curled up at the end of the bed. Timmy slapped the snooze button on his clock. Then he laid back in the bed, and just laid there looking at his room. He watched as the sun began to creep over the horizon and started showing through the curtains in his window. Archer had, again, fallen asleep at the foot of his bed. Timmy just had to buy the extra bed, for Archer. Just as soon as he had the money, it was the very next thing he would buy.

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Timmy sat there, watching the sunrise, and his best friend sleep. He had never been so happy to be at home, in his bed, any time before in his life. He sat and waited as long as he could. He just didn’t want to wake up Archer. Archer had worked so hard, in their adventure. He wanted him to get as much rest as possible, before they tackled the day ahead. Just as Timmy started catching the wisps of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen below, Archer began to stir in the bed. As soon as Archer’s eyes were open, he bolted up in the bed. Looking right at Timmy he said;

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“Timmy, we made it! We are home… and we are ALIVE!”

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That was how Friday started for our heroes, Timmy and Archer. It was the Friday they had planned to go to the Carnival, and the Friday they had planned to ride… the Haunted House Ride! It was just the beginning of the weekend, and they still had three whole days, and two more nights of their Haunted House sleep over. But, right now it was 5AM, time to get out of bed and start getting chores done, before they headed off to school.

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End Part Seven


 

Well, My Dear Readers, what did you think of that? Didn’t think I had it in me, did you? Well, I do! What’s more? There is tons more, where that came from. How did you like the part where Timmy pulls the arrow out of the zombie-wolf and the eye came out with the arrow? Cool, huh?

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Well, I really do hope that all of you, My Dear Readers, have enjoyed this week’s episode of ‘The Horror in Smithville’. I look forward to presenting Part Eight right here, next week. Honestly, aside from the crippling pain… the terrible… sleep depriving and mind numbing pain? I do really enjoy bringing this faire, to you My Dear Readers!

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Already… I have… plans… for Timmy and Archer. Will they include; another chance meeting with Princess Nadia and Alexander, will Nadia and Alexander help our wayward heroes, will The Tall Man catch up with the boys, will Mr. Albright be in class on Friday, if you die in that world do you still live in this world?

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All those questions, and more, will be answered in upcoming episodes of ‘The Horror in Smithville’! Only available at The Other Shoe!

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Until next we meet, I bid you Adieu!

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Thank YOU!
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